As I said in my welcome blog, at the beginning of 2014, I decided to blog every day for 365 days. I’ve just recently moved over to jillanajones.com, so if you’d like to catch up, visit my TUMBLR PAGE! In the meantime, I’m going to be featuring some of my favorite blogs from the first 90 days here!
When I was a kid living in Charlotte, NC I would often get splinters in my palms from sliding my hands across our wooden deck.
Every time that it would happen, I would run to my father for help—he was really good at freeing me from those tiny death shanks.
But his method of retrieval was often just as frightening as getting the actual splinter.
He’d either use tweezers or a safety pin, and to sterilize it, he would run a lit match across it.
“Great, I’ve already been stabbed, now you want to burn me too?!,” my five-year-old mind would think.
And then the real pain would start. I would clench my uninjured hand and hold the inflicted one, palm up, for my dad. Then I would squeeze my eyes shut until the tiny piece of wood was out of my skin. After he told me it was over, I would stare and inspect the stinging spot where it’d been, to ensure that it was in fact gone.
I hated the process of removing a splinter, more than I hated actually getting a splinter. I remember sometimes feeling like it’d be better if he just left it in there. Maybe I’d get used to it. Maybe I’d name it, and keep it as a souvenir in my palm. Maybe it could become a part of me.
MAYBE it could get infected and my hand would fall off—that’s the only one that never crossed my mind. But my dad knew, which is why he knew that the momentary pain was necessary to prevent a future, much worse injury.
What does this have to do with anything?! You ask?
Earlier today I was talking with a friend about how God will sometimes remove and redirect us from a situation, when we’re being hard headed and trying to bulldoze down the path that we choose.
“Oh, it’ll hurt.” I told her. “But now that I realize what He was doing, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more loved.”
Because He was keeping me from a bigger, much worse injury.
We can be so adamant about going after that one job, or that one relationship, that we can’t see anything else. When we don’t heed the warning of sound counsel around us, or the gentle nudging of the Holy Spirit, we’ll find ourselves with a little splinter on our hands.
And if we’re really head strong, we’ll even contemplate staying in the situation—keeping the splinter, because we cannot see any other way.
Getting the splinter removed, seems scarier than keeping it.
“I can’t imagine my life without him/her.”
“I need to be in this career if I’m going to be a success in life.”
But our Heavenly Father loves us too much to keep us in a place where we’re not supposed to be.
He could leave us to our own devices, leave the splinter in, let us get an infection. Maybe in some cases He does, if that’s what it’ll take for us to learn and to finally come running to Him.
But I’m really glad He didn’t in my case.
Imagine if He didn’t keep us from that girl or boy that we just wanted to be in a relationship with soo badly?
Because He truly does know what’s best for me, he could see how badly it probably would have ended—and I would have been left with much more than a temporary heart break.
Getting redirected is scary. Most of the time we have to stand eyes squeezed shut, palms up—waiting for it to be over.
But when we do finally open our tear-filled eyes, and exhale that breath we were holding, we look up into the eyes of our loving Father, as He brings our hands to His lips to kiss our wound, and sends us back out into the world.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XaRCknF0Cc (TORI KELLY—BRING ME HOME)